I would like to thank DaysintheTardis for editing my story for me!
This is a Far Cry 3 Fanfiction. I don't plan on adding Jason Brody to this story only because I hate him so much. I might though, we'll see. Vaas Montenegro will definitely be in it though so stay tuned for that sexiness!
Chapter One: Bangkok
Leila stared out the small airplane window at the sky. It looked like a sea of never-ending black engulfing the air
craft. She was on her way to Bangkok to escape the insanity back at home. Just hours before she was faced with 5
teary eyed people staring at her; her mother, father, sister, and two brothers. They thought she had a problem,
thought she needed to change her life around desperately. They pleaded for her to end the addiction, as if it were
that easy. As if she could literally just walk away from the Devil himself. She was addicted to heroin, and no matter
how hard she tried, she couldn't escape its grasp on her life. It controlled every aspect; it was her family, her lover,
her friends. Knowing how much she was hurting her family, she got up and left. They needed to move on; they
couldn't wait for her to beat her demons. Who knew how long that would take?
The pilots low voice came over the speaker announcing the upcoming arrival of the passengers. Leila breathed out
a sigh of relief. She hated flying and just wanted to feel the ground beneath her small feet. Since she was on a
plane she wasn't allowed to bring any drugs with her. As soon as she landed she would have to find a way to
satisfy her addiction. She hoped it would be as easy as it was back home in California. The small light came on
above the seats telling everyone to fasten their seatbelts as the plane was about to descend. Obeying the light
Leila fastened her seatbelt.
"Fina-fucking-ly," Leila mumbled to herself quietly. Feels like I've been on this damn plane for forever. She could feel
the painful squeeze in her ears as the pressure changed with the landing plane. Leila grabbed onto the arm rests
of her seat, holding her breath waiting for the wheels to touch down. She felt like such a baby compared to
everyone else around her. They all continued with normal conversations as she was struggling with the fear of
planes and lack of heroin swimming through her veins. With a thud the wheels finally met the run way. Leila's head
bobbed with the impact and she slowly opened her eyes. Not dead yet, she thought to herself. As the plane slowed
to a stop she began collecting herself. She hadn't brought a suitcase or anything, just a small carry on bag with the
essentials; money being the main item in the bag. Money was easy for Leila to get since her family was so wealthy,
her father was a successful dentist and her mother was a pediatrician. Normally taking this much money would have
made her feel guilty, but since she was leaving and letting her family move on with their lives, she felt like she was
doing them a favour.
As people slowly started filing out of the small cabin, Leila sat and waited. She really didn't like being around
people, she always felt out of place. She wasn't shy or anything, just didn't like the way people always judged her
before they knew her. Yes she was addicted to drugs, but there was more to her than just that. She had hopes
and dreams and hobbies, just like everyone else. She was a normal person aside from the addiction. People just
never felt comfortable enough to get passed that fact. So being alone was what she was used to. As the last
person finally walked past her seat, Leila stood up collecting her small-flowered bag from above. Making her way to
the front she thanked the flight attendant and exited the stuffy plane. Since she didn't need to pick up a suitcase
Leila headed for the exit of the airport. Once outside she breathed in the warm night air. It was relief to be outside
and off of the plane. "Well first things first," she thought to herself, "Where are you my love." Making her way down
the side-walk Leila looked for someone shady enough to probably sell drugs. She knew it wasn't normal for a young
woman to actually go out of her way to find the monsters lurking in the shadows; it was just what she needed to
do. With each step she could feel her demons clawing at her skin. Begging for her to feed them, to stick the needle
in her arm and let the dark fluid invade every inch of her body. After what felt like hours she turned the corner to
see a dark figure standing by a street sign. I hope to God you aren't a cop she thought to herself.
"Excuse me." Leila started, slowly walking towards the figure. "I'm looking for something in particular and I was
hoping you could help me." The tall figure turned in her direction, a man with sunken in cheeks and darkly rimmed
eyes met her gaze.
"And just what are you looking for little girl?" The man asked in an accusing tone. Leila being so used to these
shady men stepped closer, squaring her feet and crossed her arms.
"Look, I just got off a plane and I'm in no mood to play games. I need heroin and I need it now. Do you have any or
know where I could find some." The man snorted looking Leila up and down. He stepped closer so he was only
inches away from her face. She stood her ground not once taking her eyes off of his empty eyes.
"Say I did," he said, squinting his eyes, "how much were you looking for?" Leila smiled and cocked her head to one
side.
"Well, I am planning on staying here so I'll need a bit; how about we say two grams to start." Nodding his head the
man reached into his pocket and pulled out a small plastic bag. In it was about two and a half grams of heroin.
Seeing the small pieces in the bag Leila's heart started to flutter in excitement. Soon she would feed her demons,
let them drink the warm fluid she would inject into her veins. "That looks perfect to me." She said flashing a white
grin at the man.
"Well do you have money? I don't do no charity work." He said closing his large dirty hands around the bag.
"Of course, you don't think I'd ask if I didn't have the fucking money do you." She snapped. She reached into her
pocket pulling out a wallet. "How much is this going to cost?"
"One hundred for the two grams, the half is free for first time customers. If you don't have enough I'm sure we
could work something else out." He said as he let his eyes rest on Leila's breasts. Disgusted but used to these
kinds of suggestions Leila just rolled her eyes and pulled out the one hundred dollars. The man obviously a bit
disappointed took the money and dropped the small clear bag into Leila's hand. Just as she was about to leave the
man put his hand on her shoulder. "You know," he started, "there is a place very close to here where the drugs are
cheaper. It's a large island to the South. It's a very beautiful island; a perfect paradise for those fighting demons
just like yours."
Surprised by his comment Leila stopped and stared for a moment. Why was he telling her this? What did he get out
of it? Sending people off to an island when they could stay and just buy the drugs from him; making him a good
profit. "Why are you telling me this?" she demanded. "Why send people away when they could make you richer?"
"Look, I know it sounds crazy but there's something about you, you've obviously been through a lot and for some
fucked up reason I feel bad that a beautiful woman like you is in this situation. It would be unfair for me to keep
such an intriguing island a secret from you." Leila didn't know what the hell this stranger was going on about, but
the mention of an island paradise with her precious heroin, for a cheaper price, caught her attention. Skeptical she
furrowed her brows.
"And just how do I get to this island?" she asked coldly. Smiling at her interest in the island the man pulled out a
small piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to her.
"Everything you need to know is written down on here." He said passing her the folded paper. "But there's a
catch." He said. I fucking knew it she thought to herself. "You can't tell anyone about the island. Trust no one
except for the person who's mentioned on this paper. You see, Rook Islands are not known to the public. If people
knew about the drugs on the island, well let's just say, I wouldn't be talking to you right now. We need to keep this
secret paradise... a secret." Leila nodded and began to walk away. The man grabbed her once more; she spun
around ready to defend herself. "I mean it girl, tell no one. " Pulling her arm out of his hold the man turned and
walked away, becoming apart of the shadows.
"What the actual fuck." Leila said shaking her head as she made her way down the street. I just wanted drugs but
hey, a paradise island AND drugs sound even better. The further I can get from my family the better. Soon they'll just
write me off as dead and we can all live happily ever after.
Leila scanned the streets for a sign showing a motel or someplace she could rest for the night. The buildings were
dark and lifeless. Not a single person, the she could see, was on the street with her. After walking down a few
more lifeless streets she finally found the Palm Inn. The name was illuminated on an old rickety sign, the letters
flickering every now and then. It looked like a complete shit hole but hey, it was better than the streets. She
entered the building looking around the small front room. There was tacky wall paper covering the entire room,
peeling in some places. The carpet was probably once a beige colour but now it was a dingy brown. The old woman
at the front desk was smoking a cigarette and flipping through a magazine. Her dull gray hair was pulled up in a
loose bun and she had an unimpressed look plastered on her face. She didn't even acknowledge Leila as she
approached the desk.
"Hello ma'am." she said eyeing the woman. Slowly she looked up at Leila angrily, as if she just interrupted her from
something very important. "I need a room for the night." She said ignoring the glare the bitch gave her.
"30 dollars." She said not breaking gaze with Leila. Holding her ground Leila reached into her pocket and pulled out
the money. She placed it on the scratched desk top and waited while the woman reached into a drawer and pulled
out a key; the key read #6. Picking up the key Leila walked to the staircase that lead up to the rooms. She didn't
bother saying thank you to the woman.
What a complete bitch she thought to herself, scanning the long hallway. The wall paper upstairs was even worse
than the previous floor. She dreaded what her room was going to look like. It probably is going to be full of bed
bugs and pubic hair she thought, scrunching up her nose. It didn't matter though; she didn't plan on sleeping in the
bed anyways. She was going to find a chair to comfortably give in to her addiction. Whenever Leila got high she
always drifted off into a sort of comatose state. Finally she reached room #6; the door was dark wood with
scratches all over. Damn this place is classy, Leila thought, inserting her key into the door. With much resistance the
lock finally clicked. Turning the knob Leila hesitantly entered the room. She flipped the light switch which was
situated right beside the door. A dim bulb flicked on and illuminated the musty hotel room. The room was pretty
much empty; a small bed sat in the far corner of the room, the quilt on top was a horrid flower pattern with a large
burn mark on the bottom right. In the other far corner there was a plush looking chair that was coated in a thin
layer of dust. The wall to the right of her had a small doorway which she guessed led to the bathroom. Walking
over to the chair Leila threw her bag down on the ground. She reached in her pocket and pulled out the small
plastic bag. The folded paper the strange man had given her fell out as well. It drifted down to the ground landing
silently. She bent over and picked it up; unfolding it she stared at the neat writing covering the page.
"Steps to paradise" the top of the note read. "Step one, find the waterfront, step two, walk to the far right end of
the dock and look for a boat with the name Red Tide written on it. Look for a man wearing a red shirt and ask him
"Which way to paradise?" If he lets you on the boat good luck, if not maybe next time." Leila finished reading the
note and folded it back up, placing it back in her pocket. Rook Islands hmm, what do I have to lose.
Placing the plastic bag on the small table next to the chair Leila walked over to her bag. Opening up the first zipper
she pulled out a small container labelled "insulin". Opening the lid she pulled out one of the small needles that
rested inside. In another pocket she grabbed her small medal spoon that had been used so many times the
underside was covered in black. Finally kicking off her boot she grabbed the red lighter hiding under the lining of the
sole. In her hands she held the most important possessions she had. Happiness was easy to achieve for her, all
she needed were four simple things; a lighter, a spoon, a needle and finally, the Devils nectar. She walked back
over the dusty chair and plopped down. A cloud of dust instantly went swirling up into the air, tickling her nose and
making her sneeze a few times.
"Fuck sakes." She mumbled rubbing the dust away from her eyes. Carefully she unwrapped the heroin; she placed
one of the small pieces in the spoon. Flicking the lighter she watched the flame wrap around the underside of the
spoon, slowly melting the drug that would soon invade her body. When the spoon was full of only a liquid she
reached for the needle. She drew the liquid into the tube of the needle, making sure to get every last drop. For a
moment she stared at the dark fluid; it's funny how something so horrible was the only thing that made her feel
whole. It allowed her to escape reality, escape the disappointment she caused everyone who knew her, escape the
stress of just living. Without second thought she pushed the sharp needle through the pale skin on her arm. She
pushed the drug into her veins, feeling it engulf her body. It travelled up her arm and spread out when it reached
her heart, leaving her body numb. She closed her eyes feeling as if she were drifting through the night sky staring
at the earth below. She had fed her demons and as always they delivered their reward of ultimate relaxation.